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Maybe he had been just too curious or maybe he just turned up at the wrong place wrong time. He probably would have cursed himself for it, if only he were awake. Or better yet, if he were awake, he would have rolled over on the grass dodging the sharp end of the scepter that was coming for him. He felt his whole body burn. But he couldn’t move.
Then nothing.
He was dead, just like that. No big moment, no life flashes, no blinding light. At least he had died in battle, like a man. If he could feel something he would have been happy about that.
A servant checked his pulse.
-He’s dead, sir.-
-Perfect. Throw him somewhere, I don’t want his body to be found and this story to come back and haunt me.-
-Yes, sir.-
-Oh and just for good measure, you really shouldn’t tell anyone about this.- the man mumbled something in a weird ancient language.
The servant chocked for a second. He screamed but no sound came out.
-Marvelous.- the mage smiled -Now go.-
